cherishing a handmade sweater we both once wore~
holding the pretty little dish our little ones ate from~
contemplating names for both baby boys and little girls~
noticing the details, delicate smocking and ribbon~
remembering the enamel tray on the antique high chair I once sat in, then our children after~
sharing memories and stories with the three young ones that came before the one we wait for.
awaiting a special little arrival around the change of autumn to winter.
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